The Mighty Dragons Are Dead

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In a flash,

two hours passed.

Facing the silent situation, everyone couldn’t help but become anxious.

Even Marcus stood on the mound across the river channel, waving at Liszt to signal and inquire about the situation.

Liszt responded with a gesture to calm down, pulled out his telescope, and continued to observe the river and the seaside in the distance. It was high tide this morning, and he had chosen to begin the mission at noon especially to wait for the low tide, when the land space for hunting Dulu Miqita could be expanded.

The high tide slowly receded, and Dulu Miqita’s traces still hadn’t shown.

The telescope moved away from the seaside, observing along the river.

About two hundred meters from the trap section of the river, rock spikes had densely formed a stone forest, along with some thorns and poisonous thorns scattered by Thorn Minor Elf Jela; closer to that section on both sides of the river, there were stone walls built up, linked with ropes, cutting the ropes would inevitably cause them to collapse and block the river, completing the encirclement.

The main battlefield of the river trap was surrounded by four bonfires. Three were used to boil Serpent Blood Fruit and release the scent, and one to calcine Dragon Beast bones and release Dragon Might

On either side of the mound, there were barrels of rubber. The serfs of Black Horse Island had collected over fifty barrels of rubber without seriously damaging the rubber trees. Once poured into the river trap, added with mud, sand, and Douson’s rock spikes, it’s believed that the area would quickly become adhesive.

Next to each Earth Knight lay a large pile of fishing nets and various silken threads, which Liszt had sent people to purchase from all over the place.

As soon as Dulu Miqita appeared, they would throw them frantically, striving to entangle Dulu Miqita.

The arrows poisoned with bee venom were held in the hands of each Apprentice Knight, precision wasn’t necessary; hitting the giant Dulu Miqita and causing disturbance was sufficient.

The real deadly moves were in the hands of Liszt and Marcus.

The telescope continued to aim at the seaside, and Liszt deployed “The Eye of Magic,” trying to get a clear view. However, this was futile as the Eye of Magic could not observe too great a distance.

“How much longer must we wait?”

Another half hour passed, the sun slanted westward, and Liszt could barely keep calm: “Could there be something wrong with this method of luring, to the extent that Dulu Miqita can’t track Ach? Or perhaps it simply can’t come ashore?”

However, it was like a man and woman on a date.

The man must wait anxiously for the woman to arrive fashionably late.

On the water’s surface by the seaside, suddenly a string of snakeheads popped up, clearly displayed in Liszt’s still-aimed telescope. There was no need to count, as it was clear to see there were a total of six snakeheads. The black and white stripes were vaguely visible, but it was just a fleeting glimpse, as all the snakeheads submerged again.

“It’s coming, everyone be alert!”

Liszt shouted loudly, continuing to hold the telescope and watch the seaside. In less than a minute, Dulu Miqita, which had been awaited for so long, completely exposed its form amidst the receding sea waves.

On its stout body, six slender snakeheads were attached, giving it an especially sinister appearance.

It swam along the river slowly, occasionally lifting its heads to observe the situation above the water surface, but its speed was not slow. Since the depth of the water in the river was quite shallow, it could not swim quietly, creating large splashes and stirring the river’s silt.

By the time it swam past the two-hundred-meter stretch of the river, there was no need for Liszt to vocalize a reminder; all the knights hiding behind cover could see Dulu Miqita’s figure.

A bizarrely large sea serpent, about seven to eight meters long, with six heads messy yet orderly.

And just as Liszt had predicted, among its six heads, two were clearly thinner, standing out conspicuously, which were the immature snakeheads.

The prepared flags had already started waving below the hillside.

This was the signal.

The knight hidden at the campfire point immediately took out his flame striker and, with a breath, ignited the fire swiftly. At the same time, he poured crushed Serpent Blood Fruit into the pot, mixed with a little water, and began to simmer the scent of the fruit.

As Dulu Miqita entered the river trap area.

Li Si Te’s palms were already sweating.

The enormous sea serpent looked particularly dangerous.

“Closer, just a little closer!” he muttered, observing Dulu Miqita with the Eye of Magic, closely monitoring its magic power to see if it was ready to cast a spell.

And ready to give commands at any moment.

He was the leader of the serpent-slaying operation; all orders would be issued by him.

Just then, Dulu Miqita clearly sensed the uneasy atmosphere of its surroundings; it raised its six tongues, looking around. But apart from the mounds, it sensed nothing. As its forked tongue flicked in and out, it detected no warm-blooded creatures’ heat, nor could it see any shadows of living beings.

To tell the truth, Li Si Te did not know whether the Six-Headed King Serpent, like ordinary snakes, sensed infrared radiation—after all, this world was not Earth.

All he could do was to hide behind the soil.

To use the earth as a cover.

For now, it seemed the Six-Headed King Sea Snake had not discovered them, so after surveying for a moment, it continued to move. It had already “smelled” the delicious scent characteristic of sea serpents—a delicacy for it, too good to pass up. For this treat, it had been wandering in these strange sea regions for a full three months.

Today, the delicacy was right before its eyes.

Swimming forward.

Its body suddenly slithered between the two mounds, the location chosen as the hunting battlefield. At this moment, Liszt, hiding in a soil hole, felt his pupils dilate suddenly, and he yelled, “Douson, Multiple Stone Spikes!”

Douson, also hiding in a dirt hole, darted out like an arrow, opening his mouth to cast a spell. In an instant, countless rock spikes erupted from the ground right where Dulu Miqita was. One of the spikes struck true, piercing Dulu Miqita’s skin and causing blood to spurt out.

Dulu Miqita hissed in agony, its body instantly coiling up in the river, forming a pile. Four of its six heads were open, magic brewing within.

However, before it could release the magic, numerous arrows rose from behind the mounds, flying towards it.

The aim was terrible, but still, several arrows struck its body, their tips laced with potent bee poison, the kind that merges with the blood upon contact.

“Hiss!”

Dulu Miqita writhed in pain; the magic in three of its heads shattered instantly, but one head managed to cast its spell, a barrage of Water Arrows.

Dozens of water arrows shot out with ferocious speed towards… the sky. The serpent had jerked its head in pain, causing the direction of its casting to go awry.

The next moment, just as it was about to cast another spell,

Douson’s Multiple Stone Spikes struck again, forcing Dulu Miqita to twist its body. On the other side, poisoned arrows continued flying, while the Earth Knights began to spread nets and threads. These large ship nets and threads, weighted with rocks, enveloped Dulu Miqita’s serpent heads.

Although powerless to wound it, they still caused it considerable discomfort as the serpent heads nearly tied themselves in knots, tangled in the netted ship nets and the chaotic web of threads.

After throwing his ship net, Charles Trap lunged forward, grabbed the rubber bucket from the ground, fiercely smashed through the congealed rubber layer on its surface, and threw it directly into the river. Following him, several other Earth Knights also began tossing buckets one after another, and within moments, fifty buckets of rubber were all dumped into the river.

The rubber quickly became entangled by the thrashing Dulu Miqita, mixing with the silt, broken rock spikes, and other debris.

Almost simultaneously,

Marcus emerged from his hiding spot, reached the top of the mound, and drew his bow with an arrow readied.